I Become an Evil God's Accomplice by Stirring Up Trouble [Infinite]

My upcoming novel, Reborn After Mistaking the Sect I Joined, and My Master Changed My Fate, is open for pre-save. I hope you’ll add it to your favorites and show it some support. The blurb comes after this novel’s blurb.

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Fei Shi was a thrill-seeker who spent all her time playing the biggest games around. Bored one day, she accepted a mission:

Enter the full-dive horror game Eternal Nightmare and rescue the players trapped inside.

A thrill-seeker’s soul is a thrill-seeker’s soul. Naturally, Fei Shi didn’t forget to add some flair to the game in her own way while completing her mission.

In the beginner instance, faced with a werewolf whose identity couldn’t be checked,

Fei Shi held a card that read “double agent for both sides” and sighed nonchalantly.

That night, she picked up the murder weapon from a pool of blood and hid it in the werewolf’s room.

Werewolf: Damn it! You set me up!

Fei Shi: Isn’t this punishing evil and promoting good?

In an isolated mountain village, ignorant villagers planned to sacrifice the players to the mountain god.

Fei Shi joined forces with the ghosts of those murdered years ago, forging a strategic alliance.

That very day, they prepared the altar together, then turned around and offered the entire village to the mountain god.

Villagers: You’re shameless! You’re making someone else do your dirty work!

Fei Shi: Isn’t this just getting revenge on those who wronged you?

In a city where madness had become the norm, Fei Shi faced an evil god Boss whose greatest ambition was human despair.

She silently rolled the “Charm” die.

After a brief silence, the Boss smiled faintly: Congratulations, critical success on Charm.

Teammate: I’d call that being in cahoots.

Fei Shi: Isn’t this a match made in heaven?

After all the players escaped, Fei Shi became the savior of a new era.

When questioned by the public:

“How did you save all those people?”

Fei Shi smiled. “First, you need a heart that loves stirring things up. And second...”

The man beside her wore a teasing smile. His slit pupils, inhuman in shape, reflected her face, and his breath was as cold as a snake’s tongue. “Second, you have to become my ‘accomplice.’”

In the world of Eternal Nightmare, they were opponents locked in a battle of wits, but more than that, they were the only “accomplices” each would ever acknowledge.

[Reader’s Guide]

1. A split-personality, thrill-seeking evil god Boss x a cool, aloof, homebody thrill-seeker

2. The female lead isn’t a good person in the traditional sense.

3. The “accomplice” in the title refers to a thrill-seeker’s kind of crime.

4. It contains cosmic horror elements, and some instances are pretty scary. Please read at your own discretion if you’re sensitive to that.

The blurb for my next novel, Mistook the Sect I Joined, and My Master Changed My Fate [Reborn]:

Yu Jing had once been the apple of her entire sect’s eye.

Her stern and strict master had practiced the introductory sword forms with her hundreds, even thousands of times, and never once lost patience, even when the sun had nearly set.

Her dignified, dependable senior brother had traveled a thousand miles, overcoming every obstacle to enter a secret realm and bring back a medicinal herb for her.

Her taciturn junior brother had silently mended her torn clothes by lamplight time and again.

Until the day the demonic realm’s seal, guarded by their sect, began to falter, and the entire sect urged her to suppress it with her own body.

Only then did Yu Jing learn she was one of just two people in the sect with an Immaculate Glazed Body. Any demonic energy she touched could be purified into pure spiritual energy.

As long as she remained there, the demonic realm could not unleash war, but she would face a life of endless suffering, with death all but certain.

Choosing between the world and one disciple was an easy decision.

Yu Jing understood that.

What she couldn’t understand was why, when it came down to her or someone else, she was the one chosen to die.

Just before she threw herself into the demonic realm, Yu Jing looked back at the crowd and saw only the indifferent faces of her sectmates.

So be it, Yu Jing thought. She would consider it repayment for all those years of kindness.

At least the happiness she’d known in those years had been real.

Yu Jing had been devoted to cultivation since childhood and knew little about people’s hearts. So she never realized that the sect members who had spent all those years by her side were, in truth, the same person wearing different faces.

And the people before her now were no longer “him”...

Yu Jing, who had thought she’d have to endure a thousand years in the demonic realm, opened her eyes again and found herself back before she had taken a master.

Just as she was rolling up her sleeves, ready to start over with a different sect, she received an invitation to become someone’s disciple.

That person was Lord Zhiyi, a man of supreme standing in the sect, and the only earthbound immortal in the world who had nearly ascended.

*

Ming Xiwei had long since transcended the mortal world and attained sainthood.

He was even more famous for his disdain for others and his unswerving impartiality than for his cultivation.

Yu Jing had once believed that all he cared about was justice and the law, and that he was incapable of tenderness.

Even after taking her as his disciple, he might still sacrifice her again.

That was what she thought, until she discovered that he had exhausted himself

and defied heaven to change her fate,

lighting an undying lamp

through the long, dark night of her life.

Yu Jing couldn’t make sense of complicated feelings,

and had no way to repay all he had done for her.

Ming Xiwei’s lashes stirred, like a butterfly breaking free of its cocoon, while moonlight seemed to glow around him.

He said only, “I do this willingly.

No matter how many times, I’d choose this willingly.”

Theme: Face your heart and refuse to bow to fate.